After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Zhu Yan didn't react when she was picked up; she just instinctively wrapped her arms around Zhu Cheng's neck and was held firmly in his arms.

"My leg isn't broken, I can walk," Zhu Yan silently protested.

"Yes, but I can't bear to." Zhu Cheng didn't let go of Zhu Yan, but just hugged Zhu Yan tightly like when they were children.

Fine, I'm not willing to walk by myself if you don't let go.

Zhu Yan let him carry her, and they arrived at the restaurant effortlessly. Under the spotlight, she sat down steadily in a chair.

After putting Zhu Yan down, Zhu Cheng did not get up immediately. Instead, he squatted down in front of him and held Zhu Yan's left ankle with his hand.

?

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you just kick Xie Sheng'an hard? Did you forget you're still injured? Let me see." Zhu Yan's left foot was on Zhu Cheng's knee, and Zhu Cheng gently rubbed his ankle with his hand.

"Does it hurt?"

At the banquet: ...There's something I'm not sure if I should say.

"It doesn't hurt." Zhu Yan lowered her eyes and stared at Zhu Cheng.

"I'm afraid of hurting you, so please don't bear the discomfort."

Zhu Yan looked at Zhu Cheng kneading so earnestly and almost laughed.

Unable to keep up the act any longer, Zhu Yan leaned down, resting his elbows on his knees, the two of them very close.

"Big brother."

"Hmm? Does it hurt? I'll be gentler then."

"It's my right ankle that's sprained."

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Zhu Cheng's hands suddenly stopped moving, and his body stiffened. For a moment, he was at a loss.

Oh no, I hope Ayan doesn't think I don't care about him...

No, please explain.

"Ahem..." Zhu Cheng cleared his throat tactically, raised his head with a flicker in his eyes, and looked at Zhu Cheng with a smile on his lips and a hint of expectation.

"I know, um... I was too anxious just now and lost my mind." Zhu Cheng's awkward explanation almost made him laugh.

Guan Jianzhu nodded seriously, his deep eyes full of trust, "Yes, I believe you, brother."

Zhu Cheng: ...I don't even believe it myself.

How could such a humiliating scene for Zhu Cheng be complete without his beloved third brother? So at this very moment, Zhu Yu couldn't wait to rush over and unleash a torrent of mockery upon Zhu Cheng:

"Hahaha, big brother, just say you don't care about Ayan. This is the first time I've seen a guilty look on your face. Why don't you just say you can't tell left from right?" Zhu Yu held onto Zhu Yan's chair, looking at Zhu Cheng squatting in front of Zhu Yan, his smile was very arrogant.

Can't tell left from right?

That's a good excuse.

"Actually..." Zhu Cheng seemed to really intend to use this excuse, but before he could finish speaking, Zhu Yan interrupted him.

"Brother, let's eat." Zhu Yan didn't let Zhu Cheng continue, because if a cold and aloof god like Zhu Cheng told such a lie, Zhu Yan really wouldn't be able to hold back and would burst out laughing.

Seeing that Zhu Yan wasn't bothered, Zhu Cheng didn't say anything more. He just stood up and resumed his standard cold expression, then glared at Zhu Yu with murderous intent.

Zhu Yu witnessed the entire process of Zhu Cheng's change of expression, clicked his tongue, and realized that his skill in reading people's expressions had become so refined that if he continued to linger in front of Zhu Cheng, he would be doomed...

So he wisely left and returned to his seat.

Zhu Yan was originally carried by Zhu Cheng to a seat next to the main seat, but Zhu Yan did not choose to sit there. Instead, she went to the back and sat down between Xu Zhiyuan and Lu Ze.

Zhu Mo wanted to speak up and stop him, but then he thought that he really didn't know Zhu Yan's preferences, so he would take this opportunity to observe.

He hadn't noticed it during the banquet until the moment he sat down, when a table full of chili peppers came into view.

This "Man Jiang Hong" is comparable to his achievements this morning.

"You ordered the extra spicy?" Zhu Yan was somewhat shocked.

"Yeah, didn't I say to order according to your taste? I even noted that I wanted extra chili." Lu Ze boasted to Zhu Yan, eager to demonstrate his loyalty. "Isn't that right?"

"I forgot to tell you, don't order anything too spicy. Oh well, my bad." So much had happened today; Zhu Yan was truly overwhelmed. He glanced at the others…

I don't know if they can even finish it.

Lin Shen, standing behind Zhu Yan, overheard the conversation and realized that Zhu Yan seemed to have a misunderstanding about the tastes of the other members of the Zhu family.

"Young Master, the Madam and all the young masters are particularly good at eating spicy food..."

What?

Zhu Yan tilted his head, looking at Lin Shen with a puzzled expression, and then asked Zhu Mo and the others.

Do you like spicy food?

"Yes, we can eat it." Zhu Mo answered modestly; they couldn't live without spicy food.

"You make a bunch of desserts every day, and you're telling me you like spicy food?" Zhu Yan looked at him with disbelief, as if she had heard a joke.

Are they crazy? Zhu Yan was starting to suspect that these people were deliberately trying to go against him.

"Ayan, it's like this. We went to see the Wen family's nanny before, and she told us that you like sweets and especially Western food, so we instructed the kitchen to make desserts every day." Bai Zheng explained when she saw Zhu Yan's shock. However, because her information was wrong, which led to this outcome, she still had a little embarrassment on her face.

Well, he assumed the Zhu family loved sweets, so he went along with them without saying a word. And everyone in the Zhu family also assumed Zhu Yan loved sweets, so they frantically made him all sorts of desserts every day.

Both felt they had done something truly considerate of each other, and were almost moved to tears.

This self-pity actually touched zero people, but it tormented everyone, especially those who were stubborn and unwilling to ask questions, thus suffering so much in vain.

But then again... isn't this a kind of mutual pursuit?

It's understandable, considering they're family; their tastes couldn't be that bad.

The table was quiet and silent; everyone ate their food without saying a word.

But at this moment, almost everyone's gaze was casually glancing towards the banquet, observing it in a nonchalant manner.

First, they noticed that Luze had replaced the carbonated drinks in the celebratory glasses with milk.

I don't like carbonated drinks... Write it down, write it down.

Then Xu Zhiyuan ladled out a bowl of soup, and then, using a pair of unused chopsticks, picked out all the scallions from the soup. After cleaning it, he placed the bowl in front of Zhu Yan.

Our protagonist, Zhu Yan, was clearly used to being waited on and enjoyed everything very naturally. He accepted the drinks and drank them directly, as if it were perfectly natural.

I don't like scallions... I'll write this down.

"Little Yan Yan, is your family this interesting?" Xu Zhiyuan asked while serving food to Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan naturally understood that Xu Zhiyuan was mocking their family, after all, too many things had happened in just one day that were hard to accept.

"So-so, not as interesting as you," Zhu Yan retorted.

"Hey, little Yanyan, you're obligated to eat my food. I've served you so much food, and you're just going to treat me like this?" Xu Zhiyuan was unhappy and started making a fuss again.

"I didn't ask you to serve me any." Zhu Yan didn't hold back and picked up the plate in front of him, which was full of food that Xu Zhiyuan had served him, and poured it all into Xu Zhiyuan's bowl.

?

Xu Zhiyuan looked at Zhu Yan with a hint of resentment.

Ignore the banquet.

Go and go.

"Well... I picked out the scallions for your soup." Xu Zhiyuan retorted, seeing Zhu Yan slowly sipping her soup with a spoon.

Zhu Yan immediately stopped what she was doing and returned the bowl to Xu Zhiyuan, saying, "Okay, here you go."

Xu Zhiyuan: ? ? ?

Good, good, very good.

Knowing Zhu Yan as he does, Xu Zhiyuan knew he was too lazy to pick out the scallions himself. If he wanted to drink it, he would have to drink the scallions that Zhu Yan had picked out and brought to him.

♪～(´ε｀ )

However, Xu Zhiyuan forgot that this was the Zhu family home.

No wonder Lin Shen was able to serve Zhu Yan so attentively. Having witnessed everything from behind, he quickly stepped forward, ladled out another bowl of soup, picked out the scallions, and presented it to Zhu Yan. He was very good at handling things.

Zhu Yan accepted the gift, not forgetting to give Xu Zhiyuan a provocative look.

Xu Zhiyuan was furious, not because Zhu Yan had provoked him, but because he feared his job of picking scallions would be taken away from him in the future.

Out of resentment, Xu Zhiyuan could only pick up the bowl of soup and drink it down in a huff.

There's nothing he can do; this little devil just knows how to annoy him, but the key is that he can't bring himself to actually get angry.

Sigh, I'm really doomed to this little devil in this lifetime.